Travelers
It's been a while. Yet again. I felt like making a story with musclegut orcs one day and then I was inspired to make something inspired to a game called Bonfire. So raunchy things came to mind and here's what came out of my mind after weeks of this sitting unfinished :B
Travelers
A traveling orc named Garganos finds his way to a large area littered with grass, rocks, and leaning stones that towered over its visitors. Little did he know that it was a tricky place to navigate and after an endless pacing through identical pathways and scenery, he finds someone that could be of assistance, or hindrance. It was another orc but it didn't look like he was lost. He was well acquainted with himself as he sat on a slab of stone, no clothes or items nearby as he explored his large body and he spotted the old traveler, giving a nod his way. His large green hand stroked over his groin, waving his member right at him. Garganos became lost at the wrong place at the wrong time. He was speechless.
Garganos couldn't help but watch like a frozen statue behind the stone he almost came around. Everything was coming to him at once just out of the blue during his normal days of traveling the lands. It could be a decoy to have him unconscious with his supple bag of currency stolen, or even worse. Of course, he was never put in a situation like that since no one dared to pull such an act on the brazen orc, especially in... this sort of manner.
With a moment of hesitation the traveler cautiously peeked his head out from behind the stone to see that he was the only one out there with the other orc before he finally gazed at him once more. The orc laying on the stone still had his eyes set on Garganos as he still fondled his balls, openly spreading his legs for a full show. He brought the hand to his face and drank his subtle scent, followed by a deep moan of approval and a noticeable twitch of his erection. Garganos gulped, his forehead beading with sweat as his time for action was coming short.
Lords... they must smell nice,_he shuddered in his head. _...And taste superb. A nervous grunt snuck out of him when he felt his own penis strain against the fabric of his trousers and the cold stone it was flush against.
He knew he would never act out on his horniness, it was against everything he stood for. But he couldn't hide it anymore; it's been a lifetime since he shared intimacy with another person. He was burning with curiosity to see where this would take him but... how? Garganos couldn't possibly manage a subtle conversation to the stranger with his own tent comically jutting out out for the world and its creators to see. The awkward peeping almost made him stain the front of his trousers with precum, even.
And so he waited until he could present himself in a presentable manner, finding a plan to avoid his leaking as he finally made his way to his fellow kin who was running his hand down the valley of his indigo fur over his taint and into his asscrack.
"I, erm..." the tall orc started to introduce himself but the other orc hummed softly leaving Garganos with an awkward pause between his words, "...uh, Greetings," his low voice choked. Garganos tried his best to not look at the orc's activity, maintaining his posture as he kept eye contact. It didn't help that the fingers rubbing into his hairy crack were audibly scratching through its noisy fur. The showoff's bushy brows furrowed and his lips curled into a smile around his thick tusks.
"Afternoon, chum." He spoke. "I was hopin' you'd bring yerself over here. You're mighty handsome up close, y'know!"
"Uh...thanks. Travelers don't necessarily have the ideal look one would ask for, certainly not someone like me."
"Nonsense. Look at yeh! You got looks that can kill." Garganos bit his lip. His face certainly had some history to it with a scar tapering over his right eye and cheek, his silver hair bounded into a respectable fashion with several bands over his shoulders. Several of orcs nearing their middle ages were shown respect and recognized by their strength based on their clothes and banded hair back where Gargon came from, such titles were never challenged. His heavyset body wasn't the best thing to look for in a man around those parts either; though he wasn't a slob - just a man bearing a sizable belly that fancied meals more often than not.
As Garganos scanned over the other male's features, he searched for something less blatant to talk about. The other orc had a similar appearance as well, just bald and a tad younger. His own hair littered his entire green body from the neck down, his short, spiky beard held the most of it. He was portly as well with barely any tone to show that he too worked just as hard despite his meaty slabs of pecs sloping over his large musclegut, both layered with hair as if an orc's head was planted on a lycan's body.
Just like his built legs...And bulky arms...And that nice, fat slab of...
"Should I bother asking why you're out here?" The traveler cleared his throat loudly.
"Oh, I woke up around here...Felt like I got clubbed right in the head," the other orc spoke, looking quizzical as he looked over the surroundings of dark stones embedded in the grasslands. Despite his musings, his finger still massaged over himself, paying no mind at all. "I saw this bright light, that's all I remember. I tried leaving this spot but for some reason I kept stumbling back to a bunch of rocks - everything looks the same. Now I've had my drunken nights, I woke up having the slightest clue of shit I've done, but this? This is somethin' new."
Garganos kept his distance safe as he took time to look over the place. Come to think of it, he actually thought the same exact thing before he stumbled into the other orc. On and on he walked for about two hours, not a village in sight. Thoughts were dwindling for the entire trip like a deep slumber waiting for the right time to cast its blanket on him. He leaned closer to one of the large stones, scanning over some sort of etching with a delicate glow. The sensation seemed familiar but the older male couldn't put his finger on it.
"It could be some sort of spell someone laid here," he spoke openly. "I wouldn't be surprised. Amateur spellcasters pull this off all the time in some parts of the region. Trying to tire people out before they cause an ambush and take the goods."
"Well I was surprised!" The stranger scoffed, almost as if he was angered enough to raise off the stone. "I had no damn clothes on and they weren't cheap! The fucker must've run off with them and left me here! I couldn't find my way back, and I...I...er, well," the other struggled for some words to stack on his ranting list, scratching his head as his eyes darted about. "My dick won't go down. I tried to make it go down but it only does it for a small amount of time, I swear! Only when I walked around and stuff like that."
"Is that so." Garganos responded with a deadpan look.
"Yeh," the reclined orc groaned, turning his way to Garganos with his hands resting on his stomach. "Oh well. It ain't gonna go down if I keep lookin' at you though, hehegh!"
Garganos kept his attention to the stone; he tried to act as if he didn't hear him, but his ashen gray cheeks were burning hot from that bastard. He had to admit, his wasn't going down either; he had a metal plate from his satchel he placed over his cock from earlier that almost stained his trousers with fluids beforehand. The aged orc tried to ignore that, but it wasn't working. That dumb oaf of an orc was begging_to have his attention and it's exactly what he's gonna get, but not _that fast.
Someone must be pulling strings to make whatever poor soul stumbling here into a horn dog with their carnal desires fully exposed. But a part of Gargon questioned himself; is this orc doing this because of the runes? Is the caster hiding out there, watching all of this? Maybe he overcame the foolish spells and found the right time and place to act out like this. They were low mind inducing spells, based on the patterns and energy emitted. Perhaps... this is all his doing?
"You're not really thinking that," he turned back, clearing his throat, "because these stones have hexes - hexes that are influencing your mind. This place ain't normal and it's not making you act right."
"Oh, I feel fine, bud! Though these glowy stone things are sorta weird. I mean, sitting on these feel so soothing, and I don't weird or mind controlled."
"Well, you can't stay out here. There's nothing but stones and you have nothing on you. I doubt you'd make it far without resources."
"But it's so relaxing! In fact, it feels completely normal to be horny here."
Garganos looked over to that eyesore of the orc's veiny hard on, proudly jutting up to the sky. The other orc smiled once more, knowing his prey looked right where he wanted to and made his penis throb up and down several times. "Eghhhh?" he questioned in a playful tone, trying to ease out some sort of response from his observer, chuckling from a few of the throbs smacking his belly, he knew full well that got Garganos' attention.
"It may feel like that for you, but I have other things to...Can, can you stop that?" the older orc raised his voice, almost in a trance. If he was gonna take lead of this inevitable situation, he'd best do it as calmly as possible. The teasing orc found that his attempts to make his listener cave in were somewhat working, Garganos licked his lips to speak promptly, or maybe he was salivating. "I'm trying to get to this village nearby, friendly to our kind...but I think this place is some confusing maze and we need to leave."
"Yeh? I told you, it ain't gonna go away with you here, stud, heheh! If you're that concerned, fine, I'll come with yeh. But before we go anywhere," he pointed a gesture down to the ground, "why not get those clothes off and lemme see what dick yer packin' too! I bet it's a big, hairy one. Not for those sissy human mouths or elven hides."
Snorting in annoyance, Garganos scowled. Ass kissing wasn't his thing, especially from some pervert orc. "Why would I give you my name? I don't even know yours."
"Maybe 'cus I wanna bellow your name when we screw." He shot back with a sly gaze. "Then you can say Zorghan when you get off to me. Don't lie to yerself, we're both thinkin' the same thing. So how 'bout it?? A nice rut right here, eh?"
The orc gulped, he feared that his witty idea of covering his junk with the plate was failing; a new tent formed around the area that Zorghan was eyeing, catching Garganos by surprise. His jig was up. He wasn't exactly the type that could approach intimate situations well, unlike training new swordsmen or telling people tasks. This was a more personal hindrance he never polished up on. Following a sigh, he spoke, "And you think I'ma give in that quickly, eh? I'm not that easy."
"I'd figure I would ask with that thing of yers pointin' at me. Wouldn't wanna finger m'self all day if I had a chance like this. How could a charmin' big man like yerself pass somethin' like this up?"
The contemplations in his head were mixing together, making it hard to think properly. Either it was because of the runes ultimately affecting him like he suspected, or he was just submitting into his desires freely. Finally, with a groan and _many_glances around the area, Garganos treaded closer to the lewd orc.
"Gods forgive me for what I'm about to do," he muttered under his breath. "Should this be mentioned to anyone, I'll make sure to find you and carve you open. We may share the same blood, but I'm not afraid to off my own kind, I've done it before." He could only stare at Zorghan's eyes for so long between their very close gap before being distracted, but tried to remain threatening behind his deep, booming voice as they exchanged heavy breaths. "Y'hear?"
"Oh, don't bother," Zorghan winked, running a finger down Garganos' heavy white beard. "Your secret's safe with me. Not like there's anyone to talk to out here. Now, if we're past all of the introductions..."
Garganos took an eternity to pry his stare away, a stare that didn't phase Zorghan in the slightest, he stood fully and murmured to himself when he caught eye of his tent. He gave in. It wasn't defeat he felt from the sudden change, yet relief that he can allow this to happen.
"Garganos." He stated flatly. "It's a pleasure, Zorghan." Zorghan wiggled his eyes in response, leaning on his elbows as he watched the large orc strip. Garganos pulled his straps and loose tunic off, tossing them to the nearest stone followed by his trousers. He fidgeted in place, only bearing a patterned loincloth that barely hid its spilling contents as he freely stared down Zorghan's pale olive flesh, slowly down to the main attraction. Zorghan sat up and licked his lips, doing practically the same thing to Garganos s' heavy body. "My, what a sexy large beast you are..."
"You spend your time ogling older orcs?" he asked with a roll of his eyes. It seemed like there was a bit of irritation in his gruff voice from all the staring to his heavy body. Even though Zorghan openly approved of his appearance, it still made the orc feel anxious. He always felt like that, being a large, brawny male donning a large amount of silver body hair in all of the right places with thick bushels in his chest, pubes, and backside.
His grey skin didn't reflect age, but it was in fact a common skin tone for orcs near his part of the world with the silver and white hair. Both conditions met him perfectly, followed by his darker grey areas being his nipples and genitals, both being a bit larger than average sizes. It would be a mockery if one were to say it's what the maiden would like in a man, being in heavy contrast to the ideal guy, but Garganos didn't bother going into that competitive field. Traveling and survival was a bigger concern.
"No, no. You're one of the first I actually seem to like. I take a liking to the bigguns, and you're probably the same way." He hummed, his fingers reaching to rub one of the darkened grey nipples that were proudly exposed on his chest. Before Garganos could hesitate and hit the hand away, his eyelids grew heavy as he let out a deep exhale when the hand gave a soft grope to his bushy breast. "With the way you've been starin' at me I could say you have a thing for me, Gargon."
The male could only agree after feeling the sensual rubs that was long forgotten. "I...urghh...I suppose I am." He trailed off when the rubs turned into soft twists.
"Hairier than I thought... but that's even better, bud. We're seeming alike by the minute. How does it feel?"
"Zarghon... it feels nice." Garganos breathed, almost feeling embarrassed for a handful of his meaty chest to be fondled this way. He tensed up from such a pleasuring massage followed by a harsh thumbing of his hard nipple, forgetting his woes and caving in judging by his throaty mumble. Zorghan leaned closer, licking the nub he caressed ever so roughly.
"Hooghhh..."It...it doesn't matter anymore, he thought. Damn it all. Might as well go all in.
His amber eyes glanced over to Zorghan's member and reached for it like an amateur's first. It felt hard, with a soft surface of flesh buried into its forest of violet pubes. Garganos stroked the member softly as his pec-like moobs were manhandled, groped, tugged, and even suckled as their nervous behaviors subsided. The green beast moaned in content around his pecs, nursing them as much as possible as his tusks grazed about.
Soon after his sore nips were damp with spit, Garganos pulled away with his blatant erection stretching the loincloth's limits. Zorghan quickly yanked the pitiful cloth down, rewarded with eight inches of orc cock bouncing out in return.
"Man, that's a good piece on yeh..." he smiled at the darkened member oozing with its clear fluids between them both, so close that he could practically kiss those fat glans. Garganos pressed the nearly drooling Zorghan to the cool stone he laid back against, straddling the large beast. Through no hesitation or words, he seized Zorghan's large lips as their stomachs, cocks, and balls were meshed on each other and shared slow gyrations.
The two orcs were now drunk with lust in their harsh tongue battle, roughly grinding on each other's bodies on top of the stone. The sun was slowly setting, but the orange light covered their bulky frames. Garganos made his way down to suck Zorghan's nipple, roughly groping the other breast with a clenched hand that gave firm kneading afterwards, earning growls from above. Now he knew why Zorghan spent so much time on his own, relishing the taste of his body as he went down his shaggy belly. For spending who knows how long out there on the rock, Zorghan was surprisingly dry with no sweat on his body, even down to his nether regions. His scent was masked with a sweet, subtle fragrance and its source was found right between the brute's legs.
The older orc planted his ringed nose into his hung, hairy balls and took a deep inhale, becoming even more of an aroused orc with his long-awaited prize. Garganos caught the faint scent of his own balls from their heavy gyrations moments earlier but the scent he desired overpowered his imagination. The orbs were giving him a good high, closing his heavy eyes and his mouth shuddering out a moan, his tongue spilled out and ran under the nice folds and ridges of Zorghan's ballsack.
"Urffff," he cooed as he slouched on the stone, melting like putty. "mmmnghhittickles." Garganos lewdly scooped his sensitive nuts over with his tongue once more, wiggling madly over his fuzzed scrotum that earned more gasps and chuckles before they were taken into his mouth with heavy sucking. After embracing the strong taste of his orbs, one after the other, a firm grasp on his grey scalp pleaded him to stop. "Something tells me you've put balls in your mouth before."
"Not at all." The older orc trembled, licking next to the large throbbing dick through a smile. "As much as I'd like to agree with that, yours are the first." With that, he slowly parted his mouth over the now dripping crown that got the attention it deserved after hours of neglect and the grasping hand fell down limp. Garganos told a white lie, for he did have some experience with other partners in the past, but it was seldom that he gave out sexual favors in a submissive way. Yet here he was with a large cock stuck between his short tusks, brushing his wide tongue over that wet piss slit and down his fleshy veins.
"Aughh, you look so hot with a dick in yer mouth..." the reclined orc mumbled, literally being swallowed to relaxation. Garganos grumbled around the meat with some sort of muffled comeback probably, but it was trivial.
"You like a sucking cocks, don't yeh?..Yeh, you do...Aghhh, that's it.." Garganos paid no mind to Zorghan's comments as he took his time to actually enjoy that large, green cock he wanted to blow so badly just moments ago. His heavy eyes looked up to Zorghan's, who was running his fingers through his blown back hair in approval, bearing a lustful smile.
Yet he was sucking the prick with ease as he stared right back, twisting his head around the shaft midway until he suddenly felt his gag reflex kick in. He did forget that the orc had a large penis that was lodged down his throat. After probably several minutes of lewd cocksucking, he pulled off of Zorghan's cock that slapped his belly, coughing spittle and pre-ejaculate onto his inner thigh.
"Sounds about right, hegh." Zorghan smirked, splaying his legs more. "You almost had me if you didn't stop yerself, old man."
"It's...been a while." The heaving orc remarked, rubbing his inner thighs. "Sometimes it's harder than what it's shown to be."
"Yeh? Come up here and I'll show you how it's done."
Garganos made his way back to Zorghan's bulky frame, this time he was closer to his face with his musky junk settled right against his mouth. The smaller orc didn't hesitate as he got down to business; the traveling orc's mouth hung open as his own prick was swallowed and his balls resting on the bushy beard.
Until now, the elder orc never thought a tongue could be full of tricks; even he was having a difficult time keeping his orgasm at bay with his pulsing cock tortured in the heated cavern. Had he been standing, his legs would give in, but his kneeling posture gave a slow, relaxed rocking of his hips into that wonderful mouth. After months, even years of no intimacy, he absolutely needed to fuck something.
Zorghan's hands snuck over to grasp Garganos' ass with a harsh smacking motion, keeping his facefucking momentum as he moaned loudly around his dick. The older orc's eyes were heavy lidded, droning like a mindless sleepwalker after such an extraordinary sensation of his dick sucked and his balls stroked the right way as they swayed on Zorghan's beard. That blissful moment was short-lived when the large hands found their way between his hairy, gray cheeks.
"Easy..." he warned under his breath.
"Mmmgh?" Zorghan pulled his precum-covered lips off of the sweet prick he nursed for what felt like hours. "Don't like that, huh?"
"I'm not a fan."
"C'mon..." Zorghan dared to dig a finger in the hairy crevice, his fingertip taking even a bigger risk wiggling against his musky asshole. "Y'sure? Yer so tiiight..."
Honestly the older traveler wanted to sit down on that finger and take it all in. Even as he was bring pried and tickled open, he could not throw on his stern face after melting like putty a few seconds ago. He actually gasped when his ring gave to the prod, arching his back slightly with a throb of pre over Zorghan's face. And another prod. And another.
"There yeh go, you're so pent up." Zorghan moaned against his drippy member as he circled his finger around Gargon's pucker, "If you really don't want to, I'll take a fuck. I was waiting for a big guy like yerself to just take advantage of me anyways."
You bastard, you're getting' what's comin' to ya. It took Gargon a heavy minute to ease himself off and scoot further down from his olive pervert who practically raised his legs to his chest immediately. For a heavyset fellow he was sure nimble. Gargon's wet tip poked at Zorghan's fuzzed butthole, sliding its fat crown all over and around the wrinkled pucker that earned a grumble. He finally prodded in past the tight ring with a harsh shove and it was most certainly tighter than he thought with his cockhead jammed inside of the hide.
Zorghan's voice rumbled and hissed past his tusks, growing with volume the more he felt that grey erection slide into his entrance, it seemed endless until their bodies met with Gargon's silver pubes pressed against Zorghan's violet taint. The older male steadied himself with his hips pulling back and ramming back into place, moaning in pleasure. The least could be said for his companion that sat up against the stone, feeling like he was gonna split in half. He lazily observed, grasping the stone for dear life as he braced the harsh thrusts against his backside.
Not much later did a steady rhythm pick up and Garganos was giving a good fuck with his balls slapping against Zorghan's raised, sweaty cheeks. He reached for his member that flopped wildly against his jiggling belly but the elder knocked his large hand away, rubbing his side.
"No. You get to sit and watch," Garganos cracked a half-smile to the grunt Zorghan made, "You wanted to get topped, you got it." The green orc attempted again but he received a deeper thrust that rocked both his prick and body pretty harshly, making him cry out in surprise. Zorghan's bouncing cock made a messy trail of pre over his gut that felt like it would explode at any minute if he gave even the lightest grasp around it.
"I, I need to, Gargon-" he gasped in between the rocking, balling his fists in irritation. "You bastard, just let me have at it!"
"You really _are_arrogant, aren't you?" The older male panted out a brief chuckle. He paused in the middle of their intimate fuck and changed position - he lifted Zorghan's lower body as he climbed up on the stone, squatting right over the musclegut orc who was almost folded, his dick hanging over his upper body. He cried out in a mix of pain and excitement when the cock lodged in his hairy hole throbbed in approval of the new fuck position, wetting his walls with more precum than before around his love spot.
A soothing sigh came from the brute above him. "Muuuch better. You feel this, runt?" he remained still, but Garganos strengthened his words with his buried penis giving powerful, recurring throbs that stimulated short-lived cries from Zorghan below. "That's the only thing you're gonna feel after I'm done with you."
Zorghan shot another rope of pre on his furry chest when Gargon raised his damped rear high and began drilling in slow, heavy motions. Zorghan's face twisted, the panting voice moaned once more. His insides were poked and plunged every which way, making his dangling cock spit out more strands of pre over his beard and stomach, which made Gargon smirk. It seemed as if the roles changed with the large orc on top being more of the perverted one than Zorghan who started the entire thing, beckoning the curious orc over with his waving cock. Now he was being fucked silly.
"Heh," he started as he kept fucking, "look at you, making a mess on yourself." The bottom orc couldn't help but do so. He looked pitiful and defeated, hands thrown behind his head, legs raised over himself like someone in heat, his body rocking with the thrusts with despicable pants pushed out of him with every push. The top orc could now hear the squelching sensation his wet cock gave as it loudly rammed inside the sloppy hole with every move. "You slut...aagh- Your wide ass, ughh!! is ssso loud...and wet." He thought he may have been going too hard on the perverted Zorghan since he wasn't saying much outside of his grunts and moans his dick forced out his throat. The senior assumed he was just enjoying the moment.
"H-hhharder yeh beast!" He shuddered, almost sounding incomprehensible with the fucking cutting his words off. "Fuck me! Uhhrff, m-more!" Zorghan repeated himself louder with his violet eyes squinting up to Gargon's, giving a deep bellow when he squeezed himself around the piercing cock. That answered his concerns about their consent definitely... Gargon moaned a chuckle from the challenge, almost sinister as he began going harder, working up a sweat for both of the brutes. From that point on their horny tendencies rose and overtook both of them by tenfold.
Minutes passed. Moments passed. It felt like hours had gone by, too. It was a tireless fuck that had moans, grunts, yells, and smacking sounds of various body parts echo around the stone littered fields that any stranger could pick up on. A raw, powerful fucking with orcs, something far beyond what two humans could muster no matter how sexually depraved they were. Soon Garganos groped at Zorghan's dark chest, drawing out more provocative sounds when he pulled his thick nipples harshly. Zorghan twisted his hips about as much as he could, his inner walls trying to tease the fat cock wedged inside which provoked a pant from the older brute grasped and fucked even tighter.
"Ohh, you're in for it now." The elder growled in a lower tone, picking up an even deeper speed than he ever gave, his tied up hair bouncing off his shoulders with each plunge. "You better be ready, ye hot ass bastard."
"Fuggin' give- ahh!! Ooooh, that's the spot! Aagh!! Give it yerrall!" the heated Zorghan slurred back through his gritted teeth, looking past his large chest. His wobbling cock had a clear string of pre rocking along with them over his pecs where several other strings have laid. His wide feet flexed around Gargon's sides, his toes flexing about and clenching tight.
"Agh! Aghh!! - That's it, here it comes!" With the ramming Garganos gave Zorghan thought he would've put cracks into the stone that held them both surprisingly well. His hips blurred in a jackhammer speed until finally, he spilled his load into the worked hole with an immense roar.
Zorghan's asshole was filled with orc spunk immediately, every fucking thrust into his ass filled him even more. How a middle-aged orc could produce so much cum was beyond him after about fifteen seconds of endless cum, Zorghan openly shuddered out when his nipple was pinched and twisted, triggering his own orgasm on cue over his wide chest and face. The young orc cried out as well, but his spurting amounts of his own seed interrupted him. They were well-aimed over his bushy eyebrows, mouth, and beard, some ropes connecting over his stomach. Garganos filled Zorghan to the brim with small dribbles of warm semen rolling down his spine, spilling onto the stone beneath his partially raised body. They were well past what an average male would call "relief."
Garganos remained in his hunched posture as his breaths died down, almost about to collapse on top of the cum-covered orc right then and there. As much as he'd like to do that, he wanted to at least clean himself up from the sweat and cum they gave each other.
Grabbing hold of Zorghan's legs, he pulled himself off, his still hard and curved penis springing out from the freshly fucked hole with an audible slurp. They exchanged gazes yet again, the older male rubbing himself over Zorghan's glazed taint in a lewd manner, smiling down at him. "I needed that one, Zorg," he chuckled warmly.
"No shit. Ehgg, that is going to be sooo sore tomorrow..." Zorghan scoffed over to the hotdogging cock that was still dribbling cum down on his balls and belly. He was also far from flaccid as his cock hung with a drop of seed into his fur.
"Gods, How?? How the hell are ye still hard?"
"Must be them orc genes I was blessed with."
The green orc rolled his eyes, but he still gave his own smile back to the other. "Well at least put my legs down, I want to enjoy my last moments of not being sore. You sure fooled me, I never thought you'd be some freak under the sheets!"
Garganos did so, climbing off the stone into the grass with a heaving grunt as the both recovered from their afterglow. "I would've continued," he commented, trailing a finger over the semen covering Zorghan's chest as he came close, "maybe a nice eating of your ass too, but I'm gonna save that for later. If you help me find my way out of here and to the village nearby."
"Yeh? And when exactly is my turn to have at it?" Zorghan hummed as he watched the stud before him lick his fingers as he gathered his clothes.
"Idunno. Help me out of here by the end of tonight and I'll see to it you can pound me all you want at our next stop."
"Is that so, chum?" Zorghan exchanged a concerned look that received a nod. His thick fingers ran down Garganos' side down to his thick ass, lightly fingering his wrinkled pucker. The stern male revealed his tusks in his grin, pushing his butt against Zorghan's invading hand, wiggling against his walls. This surprised Zorghan somewhat, seeing that the older orc was reluctant the last time he shoved his finger up there. Must be in a great mood.
"Some nights, we'll take turns. And I feel as if I need a good ride. If you think you can handle some traveling, we might fool around a bit more." He groaned openly when he squatted himself down to the knuckle. Garganos playfully grinded and moaned Zorghan's name as if he were some whore, acting out grunts to Zorghan who was ready to search pronto with his penis instantly sticking up again from the teasing. The grey orc laughed, slapping his musky cock away as his own wobbled to and fro on his thighs when he neared his clothes and got dressed. Admittedly he was half joking but he was really getting into that moment with his moans; maybe bottoming was his thing. As much as he wanted to chat with his new friend while leisurely playing with each other's erections, it had to be delayed until they found a safe place. He almost asked why Zorghan didn't get dressed until it dawned on him.
"Well, let's try this again." Garganos said boldly when smoke appeared in the distance. "You see that out there? It's still light out and that magic can't linger for the entire day. Guess you gotta stick with me in the buff until we find you some clothes. Sorry." Garganos smiled, Zorghan shrugged in return as he came nearer. "At least it gives me something to look at."
"Uhuh. I don't want any peasant clothes." Zorghan grumbled, crossing his arms as they departed north from the stones. "I want my damn clothes."
"I have plenty of gold to get you some new ones. We'll look through here later once we're settled."
It was indeed a strange a place where they stumbled. Hopefully the village nearby could provide a better setting for their roughhousing.